The Heavenly Yuan Sect could be considered a second-rate sect, and its scale was not to be underestimated. Just the Battle Hall was enough to confuse Lin Ray.
In the Xuanzong Sect, the Battle Hall was only made up of a few dozen palaces, and it was very simple. Here, however, it was very complicated. There were low-level, mid-level, and high-level divisions, and they were divided into several areas. Lin Ray felt that it was a little unnecessary.
Since he wanted to nurture a sect, he had to bring out the best and treat everyone equally. How was it different from dividing people into different grades and ranks?
The disciples with good talent would get the best things, and their breakthroughs would be faster. However, the disciples with poor talent would get the worst things, and their breakthroughs would be much slower.
If they did not have a good cultivation technique as a starting point, the gap would only grow bigger and bigger.
The good things would continue to be good, and the bad things would only get worse. This would be a burden to the sect's growth.
Of course, this was only his thought. After all, not every sect would be like the Xuanzong Sect, treating everyone equally and fighting for all resources with their own strength. No matter who you were, whether you were talented or not, it was the same. There was no difference.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, we just passed by the Battle Hall. Today is our sect's annual arena competition. If you are interested, why don't you come and take a look?"
"I'll just take it as a show. I wonder …"
"Sure. Since Fellow Daoist has invited me, I can only decline!" He was just worried that he would be bored, and such an interesting thing happened.
It just so happened that he wanted to see just how strong this second-rate sect of the Saints' World was. He wanted to see if they were as strong as his disciples.
The two of them agreed, and the group came and went quietly. They walked slowly in the air toward the arena area.
They were not fast, and the arena area was not far from the Battle Hall. Soon, the group arrived at the arena area that the third elder had mentioned.
Boom …
"Raging Dragon."
"Heavenly Dragon Palm."
Two low growls rang out, attracting Linley's attention. He saw that on the distant arena, two men were both using their most powerful battle techniques. Suddenly, gusts of wild wind collided with the palms that filled the sky.
Boom boom …
The shockwaves from the battle spread out in all directions. However, this scene caused Lin Ray to be slightly puzzled. Logically speaking, there should be a protective formation around the arena. Of course, it wasn't just for protection. More importantly, it was to prevent the shockwaves from the battle from harming the surrounding disciples.
However, it was clear that this arena did not have that kind of array formation. The aftermath of the battle instantly rushed out, and some of the weaker disciples below the arena were careless in this kind of aftermath. In the end, they fainted because of their lack of strength.
There were even some people who were directly sent flying and had an intimate contact with the wall. That scene, that feeling, that pain, just thinking about it made one panic.
Thump thump thump
Suddenly, a man flew out from the gale. In the end, his physical strength was exhausted, and his spiritual power was exhausted. He directly fell off the stage.
It was too strong. The gale was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Without the support of its master, it instantly dissipated into nothingness.
"Junior Brother Zhang, you've lost!"
On the stage, the man looked at the person lying below with an arrogant expression. His face was pale, and the blood in his chest was boiling. When he heard those words, he could not help but feel a sweet taste in his throat, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.
Puff …
"Senior Brother Zhang …"
Below the arena, some of the disciples saw the defeated man spurting out blood. One by one, they began to comfort him. When they realized that the man's life was not in any danger, they were relieved.
Looking at someone who was too strong, Lin Ray inexplicably felt uncomfortable. This kind of feeling was indescribable. It was just an impulse to beat someone up.
"This little guy is quite arrogant!"
He opened his mouth to talk to himself. He was talking to himself, and also to the Third Elder next to him.
Sure enough, when the Third Elder heard this, he smiled and explained.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, the person on the stage is a newly accepted disciple. However, his talent is too strong. He has overcome all the difficulties along the way and has grown to this point!" When he spoke of this disciple, there was a proud expression on his old face. It was as if the sect was proud to have such a disciple.
However, Lin Ray was not optimistic about this disciple. On the contrary, he bought a defeated disciple. Lin Ray was a little interested in him.
"Hongyun, bring him up here!" Suddenly, Lin Ray ordered.
"Yes!" Hongyun replied and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was in front of the injured disciple surnamed Zhang.
"This …"
The incident happened so suddenly that the Third Elder did not have time to react. However, when he reacted, he saw Hong Yun in the arena.
Hong Yun's appearance attracted the attention of many people, especially the young man on the stage.
When he saw Hong Yun suddenly appear, his face was covered with frost and anger surged. "Bastard, who allowed you to touch him? Let go of him!"
Lin Ray, "…"
Everyone, "…"
The Third Elder, "…"
The man's words caused everyone present, including Linley and the others, to be stunned, especially the battalion disciples who had come with Hong Yun and the others. Even though the other's cultivation was like an ant to them, when they heard their companions being scolded like this, they were shocked.
"Young Master, please allow me to play with this little guy." He looked at Lin Ray with a pleading look.
Lin Ray knew the man. His name was Fang Xu and he was a very hardworking disciple. His cultivation had reached the Peak Ultimate God Realm. As for his talent, he was at most the lowest level.
Looking at him, Lin Ray pondered for a while. He fixed his eyes on the Third Elder and asked. After all, this was the Third Elder's territory. It was not good for him to be presumptuous here.
"Fellow cultivator, as you can see, my subordinate can't bear to see his companion being scolded!"
"How about this? Let my subordinate go up and delay for a while. When I wake up the young man, I'll let them fight. What do you think?"
Lin Ray said decisively. The Third Elder was stunned. Although it was against the rules, he did not stop Lin Ray when he thought of the things he took out. He nodded and said, "If that's the case, alright!"
Swoosh!
As soon as the Third Elder finished speaking, Fang Xu disappeared. When he reappeared, he was behind the young man on the stage.
"Tsk tsk, it's good to be arrogant at such a young age. However, you think too highly of yourself and look down on everyone."
"What are your assets?"
"Talent? Spiritual Root? Comprehension? Perseverance? "
Step by step, he walked towards the young man. His words were getting sharper and sharper. "I'm sorry, but you're nothing in my eyes."
"Slap!" A clear palm print appeared on the left side of the young man's face.
"What happened?"
The crowd was stunned! They saw the palm print on the young man's face, but when did the other party do it?
"You … you …"
His face hurt, but he did not care. He widened his eyes and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in shock. The others did not know, but he knew very well that the other party had done it.
It was just that the speed was so fast that the people below did not see it clearly.
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